CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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JASON'S POV

My wrists were starting to become a dark shade of blue and purple. They grew more numb as every minute passed from the shackles. The bullet was still lodged into the skin of my arm.

I leaned my head back against the wall, waiting for someone to come rescue me, but I knew that wouldn't be possible because Max is in Florida and I basically have nobody else.

I sat alone, drifting in and out of consciousness. After a while, the door to the room burst open and there stood Jessica. Again.

"I thought you were leaving me here to die." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Well, I was. But then I found this in my car and I thought I would have some fun." She flashed her devilish smile as she held up her gun.

"You wouldn't hurt me anymore. You wouldn't kill me."

She walked over to me and kicked her heel into my abdomen. I groaned and held the spot she kicked, while still in pain from the bullet. At this point I was sweating and pale.

"You don't remember the last time I tried to kill you?" She smirked as if she loved that story.

I nodded and avoided eye contact as the memory came to me.

~
I had just met Max not long after I had been in Florida. We were having the time of our lives. Staying up late partying, drinking, getting the girls. It was amazing.

By mid summer, I found myself sleeping with different women from time to time. One night, one of those women just happened to be Jessica. She ended up drugging me to the point where I wasn't conscious.

Her gang had been tracking me down, waiting to kill me. That's when she tried to blow up the hotel we had gotten that night. When she found out I survived, that's when she came running back to me. I didn't know it was her that set off the bombs until after she killed my brother.

I left Florida with her and brought her to Vegas. I thought she was on my side, but she had been playing me all along. I thought she loved me.

~

I don't think she would kill me after everything we've been through.

I suddenly doubted that when I heard her gun make a clicking noise. She put it to the middle of my forehead.

"Pull it, Jess."

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